Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Forgive my obvious mistake of loving youGet well from this sickness of being so lovedI wish you all the happiness one can offerAt least half of all you got and never noticedBe kind at leading your stupid things againI´m out of your mechanic way of gainPlease doubt of my wordsIt´s my pleasure to make them worseYou deserve all of me and moreMore to come oh baby baby